The door creaked open, and there stood Claire, Ethan’s mother, the Luna-Mother of Moon’s Fang. She had always hated me, from the very first day Ethan recognized me as his mate at the hospital. To her, I was nothing but a simple omega, a stain on her Alpha son’s lineage, an indignity to the pack. She would have preferred Serena, the Beta, Ethan’s first girlfriend, the one who fit her vision of the perfect partner.
“Nellie,” she said, her voice sharp as a knife, closing the door behind her with a deliberate movement. “What a disappointment to find you here, after all the chaos you caused by running away.” She stepped toward me, her gaze raking over my body, Ethan’s shirt hanging from my shoulders like a mockery. “Look at you—pathetic, wrapped in my son’s clothes, locked up like the weak ani
